Since letting go of her obsession with imperial merchants, Yan Fangxiang is no longer as anxious and busy as in the past.

Chen Shengnan, on the other hand, spends his days in the pharmacy and tinkering with her bugs, herbs or stones.

At the beginning, Yang Baocheng was afraid that she would burn down, and he knew that he could persuade her, but he couldn't persuade her, so she simply joined in and accompanied Chen Shengnan to develop drugs together.

If there is a disagreement between the two, the solution is very simple, that is, to test the martial arts in the martial arts field, and whoever wins will listen to whom.

The young couple not only have more and more affection, but also have more laughter and laughter, and their martial arts are also more profound, and all kinds of medicines emerge in endlessly.

For example, the flavored medicine is called Xiaoxiao San, and the medicine is as its name suggests, and people who have been hit will giggle all the time.

After hearing about the name and efficacy of Xiaoxiaosan, Yan Fangxiang felt that it was funny, and she kept laughing, so that Chen Shengnan thought that she had laughed and laughed.

For another example, there is a flavored medicine called Agni Pill, which is developed for Wushisan, and some people don't know the severity of their love of eating Wushisan, and the body dissipates heat very quickly, as if they freeze to death, eating this pill will relieve rapid depyretic.

It's just that Wushisan is expensive, and there are very few people who can afford to eat Wushisan.

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Time flies, and in a flash, into June, the imperial court posted a notice that General Huo won Tongguan, and the war of more than a year finally came to an end temporarily.

It is said that Beihu was very "sincere" in sending a team for peace talks, and they could arrive in Beijing in July.

On June 26, Yang Qicheng thieves dragged Yan Fangxiang to go out.

Yan Fangxiang resistantly grabbed the door frame with one hand, stroked her plump little belly with the other, and looked vigilant: "Xianggong, I know that today is the day when we get married, you won't, you won't weigh me again, right?" Me, I...... Can you not measure ......?"

Yan Fangxiang's face was slightly red, every time she became a relative and had a birthday, Yang Qicheng liked to weigh her, and she felt like she had fattened up the New Year's pig.

It doesn't matter, the important thing is that the first time I measured seventy-seven, the next two times I measured eighty-eight or ninety-four, and then I measured it, it must have exceeded one hundred catties.

Gradually gaining weight like this, even Yan Fangxiang herself felt embarrassed.

Yang Qicheng laughed "poof", bent down and hugged Yan Fangxiang, tossed and turned in his arms twice, and said with a righteous attitude: "My hand is the scale, lady, one hundred and one catties, and the top and bottom will not exceed half a catty." ”

Yan Fangxiang pinched Yang Qicheng's waist and eyes, Yang Qicheng exhaled exaggeratedly, put Yan Fangxiang down, and then smiled and said, "Lady, I'll take you out to enjoy the flowers." ”

The husband and wife got into the carriage and went straight to the outside of the city, and about half an hour later, Yang Qicheng lifted the curtain and asked Yan Fangxiang to look out of the car.

On the mountains on both sides, the red poppies all over the mountains are beautiful and incomprehensible, and countless literati and writers have come to the green, and the only regret is that they can only stand on the side of the road and watch.

In the past, Jiming Mountain was a royal hunting ground, but it was only blocked in spring and autumn, and the mountain was returned to the people in summer and winter;

The current Jiming Mountain is completely private property, and there are many guards patrolling back and forth.

Rao is so, and it still attracts many people to come to enjoy the flowers.

With such a beautiful view, Yang Qicheng thought that Yan Fangxiang would be happy, but what he didn't expect to see was Yan Fangxiang's worried face.

Yang Qicheng said worriedly: "Aroma, are you uncomfortable?" ”

Yan Fangxiang shook her head: "I'm not uncomfortable, it's just that I was a little surprised when I saw so many flowers at first glance." ”

Yan Fangxiang didn't know how to explain her complicated feelings at the moment.

In the last life, after Yan Fangzhi was accepted as a concubine by the little marquis, she also planted poppies all over the mountains, but in that life, it was not as large as Jiming Mountain, and it was after Yan Fangzhi was thirty years old.

In this life, Yan Fangzhi is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the timeline is thirteen or fourteen years in advance.

In the past and present life, this Yan Fangzhi, I don't know why she loves Yu Meiren alone?

The husband and wife parked their car on a flat meadow, where five scholars had already arrived, and a few tables were set up, on which were placed snacks and four treasures of the study.

A scholar splashed ink and finished drawing a picture of a poppy, with a poem inscribed in the upper right corner.

Blowing dry the ink, the scholar recited proudly: "The blood of the king of Chu stained Jiangdong, and the concubine's soul was broken and tears remained." Zhu Yan does not end up with heroes, and the Han Palace is amorous and hateful. ”

When the scholar finished reading, three scholars clapped their hands, and the fourth scholar frowned: "Brother Zhou, if I were you, this poem would definitely be burned." ”

Several people didn't know why, and they all looked at the scholar.

The scholar glanced at Yang Qicheng and Yan Fangxiang, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Everyone knows that this mountain full of poppies was planted by Li Xiaohou for his beloved woman, and he will marry next month." Who is Li Xiaohou? is the henchman of the king of Han, what does the king of Han have in mind, don't you know? If the Han Dynasty hears this poem, it will feel that you are insinuating that the Han King will not end well like the overlord of Western Chu; If the princelings listen to it, they will think that you are lamenting that the birth of the overlord of Chu is not at the right time, and you are opposed to the prince. You're dead at both ends. ”

As soon as these words came out, the scholar immediately swallowed the rice paper into his mouth and swallowed it.

The scholars were in a state of interest and quickly packed up their things and left.

Yan Fangxiang asked Yang Qicheng suspiciously: "Xianggong, what happened to them just now?" ”

Yan Fangxiang didn't hear what they said clearly, just the scholar recited the poem, and then swallowed it in his stomach inexplicably, could it be that this would increase his knowledge?

Yang Qicheng was deaf and clear-sighted, listened to the conversation of the scholars clearly, and explained: "They said that the poppy flowers all over the mountains on Jiming Mountain were planted by Li Xiaohou to show his love to his beloved woman, and next month, Li Xiaohou will officially marry Yan Fangzhi." ”

Yan Fangxiang was taken aback: "You heard it right, it's marry, not Na?" ”

Yang Qicheng nodded his head again: "It will definitely not be wrong, because I have also heard from my colleagues, but I don't want to tell you, so as not to block you." ”

Yan Fangxiang was dumbfounded, she didn't expect things to change like this.

Compared with the trajectory of the previous life, not only the timeline has advanced, but even Yan Fangzhi's status has changed.

In the last life, until Yan Fangzhi's death, she did not become the wife of the little marquis, but in this life, she easily became the main room.

Could it be that Li Xiaohou really loves Yan Fangzhi, so he planted this poppy flower all over the mountains?

No, Yan Fangxiang remembered that in the last life, when Yan Fangzhi showed her poppy flowers, she didn't say that the flowers were planted for her by the little marquis.

At that time, Yan Fangzhi's eyes when she looked at the flowers were like standing on the top of a high mountain, looking down at the ants under the mountain, revealing endless contempt and desire.